Tuesday, November 8

So, birthday's over and this refreshing energy is all pervading.
Still...
I might be some sort of a manic depressive. What else would explain my lack of exuberance right now, inspite of all the good cheer surrounding me? I do belive, art comes out from great depths only when there is some sort of pain in the pit. And this, I am not saying because I think I produce great art...
Just a thought.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

i wish art came out of happiness and still be great! wouldn't that be greater always?!!
just a thought on ur thought!

Fingers said...

yes, it would be great..but it seldom happens that way...

Avalonian said...

i must politely refuse. i think the cliche of the opprsessed, suppressed, depressed, love-lost artist is a horrible cliche. here are at least a couple truly great artist who I can name who seem to be quite content with themselves..